A little something for the what the hell?

- Twenty-seven in a series of wrong:

the fly

As well as this one, who I saw in a dream one night. The main focus of the dream was that, if I was lucky, I might wake up before this little bastard gutted me. Lovely eh? For some reason, he always appeared front on. Probably because that’s the best angle for gutting people, I don’t know. Here he is:

horned bastard

It’s always the last one you’d expect that tries to gut you eh?